Flowers in the Sagada cold are stronger. They push out their lips and are totally petulant. Take this lush Bougainvillea. In Manila, it would not be this passionately alive. Cold, tangy, perfect.… Continue reading
This ice cream tastes like a scene through a wooden capiz window and feels like waiting. Dark tablea in all its smooth and grainy moods is spiked with shards of amber honeycomb. This… Continue reading
Guimaras‘ blue skies had these powerful white clouds. Angel’s feathers rippled through the horizon. Blue ocean, blue sky, angel’s feathers. (You must be up there too, my love.) Thank God for the Trappist… Continue reading
Guimaras Avocado Ice Cream between my childhood cookie of choice. The sweet white cookie and rich avocado ice cream is an experience in flavour and texture. I had always never liked the unappealing… Continue reading
This was the post that started the album on Facebook, The Lady is Cold. The gift of warm heavy Guimaras mangoes in the last days of my depressing summer inspired my weekend trip… Continue reading
